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Losing love is akin to having a sad dream But in the end, we realise that we're all alone |
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Unknowingly Unwittingly We always think there is gonna be more time Like everything really revolved around us I'd stay with you I could be with you Maybe I'd learn to live for you But I don't have that in mind Uncover your eyes The world is blind Why should you be like them Why should everything be colourless and bland Please feel Don't give up You could change your life Just one last time |
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Without colour All in black and white the world drowns in distant monochrome One that is present cannot be felt Without light is a blind man in the dark he sits there cautious and unemphatic in reluctance to venture out Without appreciation is a growing baby without nutrition an infant crying out for attention there already has been a stain Without hearing is like a captive in isolation with no exposure or connection to the outside world trapped in a room full of only his own ideas Without compromise is a road that leads to a dead end you have been blocked do you turn back, or venture off the track Without love even the most beautiful things cannot be seen they have become invisible |
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I'm lying on soaked cotton the white, pale ceiling and the voluminous mess in my room speaks loud and audible tones i'm dressed in beautiful clothing my makeup is impressionable my hair all done up but inside i am empty in echoes the world resounds like me just like me so lonely alone without feeling alone without soul alone without compromises i am thirsty for the meaning so bitterly searching could you let me know could you take me home |
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i want to float in the sky like a spectrum of light like a falling leaf like a crushed moth i want to drift in the sea like the froth of its mouth like the sand of its shores like the shells of its creatures i want to close the ending of the past and open the door leading to the future time will not wait for things not worth waiting for i want to meet my silent fate i want to know what will be to come? what will i become? wherever she leads me is a rendition i cannot justify all i know of is this those who cannot follow will be left behind |
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in my mind are these flashes fragments of an elusive shadow all these flights of stairs how long do i have to climb to get out of here No matter how fast i run i just can't catch up to you to see your features clearly to touch the hem of your clothing you are standing on a plane is it the same level as mine? am i still running? or is my body already falling? the world shifts in an unpredictable motion having an independent axis of its own i am afraid but still i hold on to your hand in my subconsciousness i know as long as you are with me i will survive deep in the blue |
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i keep another of her in my closet for days when i just cannot wake up i look in the mirror but i can't see myself in there these sand grains in my bottle of many colours, of black and white it's so ironic because i myself have fallen into their depths i can feel its gripping leaving these marks on my skin the sinking down into quicksand everything's sinking in even if it's just for a little while can't happiness stay with me? no one answers i'm always here alone do you feel better? never losing sleep, never losing time when my whole body is gone you will no longer see me again |
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For every boat there are different things to keep them afloat can we enforce our ideas on others? and do they have to accept it? when is it right or wrong to stand our own ground or lose our views in the face of others a voiceless mime in a superfluous life-play recently more and more i feel as though i have lost my voice and cannot speak anymore or is it you? have your ears closed? |
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In His time, in His time. He makes all things beautiful, in His time. Please show me every day, As You're teaching me Your way, That You do just what You say, In Your time. In Your time, in Your time, You make all things beautiful, in Your time. My life to You I bring, May each song I have to sing Be to You a lovely thing, In Your time. |
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little droplets are already falling down they drip onto your hair as if wanting to drench you completely but they never succeed you burn like fire an ever-raging inferno the inside you is restless in fury for reasons never quite important the voices around you are no longer friendly but what does that matter? it is detrimental to believe you've lost it all when hope stands on your side you don't have to give in to the demons in your head you don't have to be so afraid tonight, the sky is red so are our eyes |
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